Life with God in it is no longer sorrowful, even amid sorrow, it is worth while to live the most afflicted and tried life, so long as we know Him and taste His love. The heart’s great stream of love can only be contained by the infinite God; pour it out upon Him, and you shall find your mother’s sickness and your financial straits lifted into the light of His countenance.
Your prayers for your mother’s healing and for deliverance from debt are not falling upon deaf ears. You have heard of God, now may you see Him more vividly, as Job did when the Lord spoke out of the whirlwind. He who made the ear, shall He not hear? Job discovered that his life was an appointed time, not a haphazard misery. You did not appoint your own days; therefore you can have no regrets about the appointment. That same God who sustained Job under the loss of all his estate, the death of his children, and the boils upon his skin, is able to support you. In all this, by His grace, you may not sin nor charge God foolishly. Only by patience are saints perfected and immortalized.
The leaves of the Tree of Life are for the healing of the nations, and this Tree is none other than the Lord Jesus Christ. His healing virtue can reach a fatty liver as easily as it can reach a palsied soul. When He was upon earth, healing was conspicuously present wherever He taught; and still today, pardon and healing spring from the same pierced hand. The Great Physician does not trifle with our diseases. He says, “I am the Lord that healeth thee.” Cast yourself and your beloved mother upon Him. You have asked for good health and long life; but know that if God grants your mother a longer pilgrimage below, it will be a life of fresh oil, anointed anew day by day. Even if her outward frame wastes, the inward life may be renewed morning by morning. And should the Lord call her home, there is no sickness in heaven; the tree of life bestows immortal health, and those faces that shine there are fresher than newborn babes, for they have eaten of its leaves.
As for your financial burdens, that crushing need of monthly provision, turn it into an occasion for perpetual gratitude and praise. A life spent in God’s praise is itself a missionary life. When you have no job and no visible support, you are exactly in the school where faith learns to trust the appointing hand. Job’s latter end was greatly increased; though his beginning was small, his end was great. The little one shall become a thousand. The Lord who appoints the times and the seasons has not exhausted His treasury. Wait upon Him; spend your breath in His service while you look to Him for daily bread. Let your petition be seasoned with a holy resolve: “I will wait upon You, my God, as long as I live. So long as I have breath to draw, it shall be spent for You.”
You pray for holistic help, for guidance each moment, and for strength since your earthly father is now in heaven. Remember, the Father of the fatherless is your God. Your life is not a monotony of death, it is to be a freshness of life, because the Holy Spirit indwells you. He is the fountain of new delights. Therefore, be not cast down. Both for your mother’s body and for your own heart, Jesus has healing leaves that change the lifeblood and make the nature other than it was. The power of the Gospel is a power to heal the guilt, the sorrow, and the influence of sin. In the darkness, look for the Sun of Righteousness who rises with healing in His wings. May His pardoning word speak wholeness into your circumstances, and may you find that your evening of weeping turns into a morning of gladness. God bless you and your mother, and cause His face to shine upon you both, world without end.